I don’t know what to feel.
I was at the lockup in Camden with four other people. It was noisy. I like to keep it quiet there after the break ins happened as I know it is watched.
What was I thinking?
I loaded my accordion into Bergman. I’m gonna want it at The Willow Globe. Then everyone announced loudly where we were going, just round the corner to the local pub. I went there for half an hour mostly to be polite but also to see my friend a bit. When I came back whoever had broken into the lockup twice had gone there knowing where we would be – (I even described in detail where I was parking) – and had smashed the back window of Bergman in a busy street and hoiked the accordion out. Tinted windows, you couldn’t happen on it by chance. This was targeted.
It’s a £40 Chinese accordion off eBay. He’s not even gonna get enough heroin from it to touch the sides. Great big bulky flight case it’s in too. I’ll never get it back. My power tools and now my accordion. It’s fucked.
I couldn’t stop crying. After getting robbed in Brighton I’m starting to feel really vulnerable.
Glass all over the place. Now there’s a bag on the window.
I have to use my car for work loads in the next few weeks. I use him all the time anyway. This fucker.
I just…
I’m not very eloquent about it today. Early start tomorrow and I’ll be driving to East London for a job. Once again this same single human has brought negativity into my existence.
I’ve emptied Bergie. When they bust the window of the Micra I basically ended up selling it. I hate this. I hate it and them. From wherever it comes, crime like that is just fucked up. And there is no way that wasn’t targeted.
I hope he chokes.
AlBarclay 